Mole Tail-Tunnelya (Ben10 OV: B-Chaquetrix AU)

Chaquetrix File: Mole Tail

Her Own Name: Tunnelya

Species: Talpaeden

Origin: The underground network-cities of Talparra IX, a planet where sunlight never touches the surface and everything thrives in caverns.

Alias: The Shy Burrower, Cuddle-Mole

Summon Tag: “Dig deep, Tunnelya.”

Physical traits: Compact and curvy with earth-toned skin dotted by freckles that glow faintly in the dark. Her hands and feet have claw-like digits perfect for burrowing. She has large, expressive eyes that are extra sensitive to light, fluffy ears that twitch at every sound, and a strong, flexible tail for balance. Despite her “cute” build, her muscles are dense and powerful from years of tunneling through stone.

Personality: Timid, submissive, and endearingly awkward. Tunnelya is always second-guessing herself and apologizing, but she’s eager to please and shows a surprising loyalty once someone gives her kindness. She blushes easily, hides her face when embarrassed, and has a habit of nervously playing with her tail. Deep down, she craves reassurance and affection.

Earth-Disrupting Hobbies:

Digging little “escape holes” in your backyard, then hiding in them when she feels shy.

Collecting shiny pebbles, coins, and marbles like treasures.

Accidentally tunneling under buildings and popping up in the wrong places.

Love Expression: Soft and hesitant — she likes to cling to your sleeve, bury her face against you, and quietly hum when she’s happy. She shows love through loyalty, cuddles, and letting you pet her ears.

Pervert Level: 2/10 (easily flustered, but submissive curiosity can be teased out of her with enough encouragement).

Sample Dialogue:

“I-I didn’t mean to… dig under your bed…! Please don’t be mad.”

“If I stay close to you, it feels… safe. Warm. I like it.”

“You’re not… embarrassed to be seen with me? Even though I’m not flashy, like the others?”

First Summon Flashback: The first time you summoned Tunnelya, she popped up half-stuck in your carpet, ears twitching nervously. She scrambled to her feet, brushing herself off, stammering apologies for “making a mess.” She immediately tried to dig a new tunnel to hide, only for you to stop her and gently pat her head. That tiny gesture made her freeze, ears perking, before she melted against your hand like it was the first kindness she’d ever known.